America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 78 When enemies meet, they become extremely jealous

Their attention had been captured by Li Yu, and their minds had been captivated by the unique and innovative jazz music.

Excitement, surprise, anticipation, thrill... all sorts of emotions filled their cheeks.

Unfortunately, before they could fully immerse themselves in the music, it came to an end.

A moment later, the music ended—in an instant, cheers and applause that seemed to lift the ceiling erupted!
A deafening roar of shouts and a torrential downpour of applause enveloped the orchestra pit and Li Yu from all directions.

Playing his beloved jazz music for the first time in a long time brought Li Yu great joy.

After letting out a long breath, he turned to look at the musicians beside him:

"What are your names?"

After memorizing the names of all the musicians, Li Yu began the classic jazz recitation segment.

This is a very important and wonderful tradition in live jazz performances.

After the piece is played, the host—usually the band leader or a musician—will introduce each musician by name.

"Double bass, David Tierney...Saxophone, Lawrence Payne...Drums, Clint Wallach..."

Each time Li Yu called out a name, the corresponding musician would step forward half a step, bow to the men and women in the audience, and receive cheers and applause from the crowd.

After introducing the names of the musicians, Li Yu touched the keys again and played a short, high-level modern jazz melody.

In a matter of seconds, silence returned to the scene.

Everyone held their breath and listened intently to Li Yu's music.

At the very moment Li Yuxuan finished his technique, two bright lights shone on him, draping him in a dazzling cloak.

"Piano, John Smith."

At this moment, cheers and applause that seemed to lift the ceiling once again dominated the eardrums of everyone present.

Li Yu already had very good facial features, and even after being transformed into a Caucasian, he still retained a considerable level of attractiveness.

In the United States during that era, most women who went to dance halls were supporters of "sexual liberation" and took pride in being "open."

Therefore, looking up, a large group of young girls dressed in their finest attire crowded under the orchestra pit, vying to wink at Li Yu.

"Dude! You played really well!"

"Your skills are really impressive! Where did you learn them?"

"Did you write that piece of music just now?"

During the break, the musicians in the orchestra pit approached Li Yu one by one, shaking hands and hugging him.

Just then, Li Yu suddenly heard a loud cheer:

"Bravo! Bravo!"

Li Yu looked in the direction of the sound—on the stairs leading to the second floor, a young man in an expensive suit was clapping vigorously and repeatedly shouting "Bravo" with an excited expression.

The instant he caught sight of the man's face, a fleeting glint of cold light flashed in Li Yu's eyes.

He had just seen this person's face in the photo provided by Hitachi Nene... It was Martin Rossi, the man he was looking for!
Suddenly, two burly men pushed through the crowd, walked onto the orchestra pit, and respectfully addressed Li Yu:

"Sir, do you have some time later? Our boss would like to invite you for a drink."

Upon hearing this, the musician closest to Li Yu patted Li Yu on the shoulder and exclaimed joyfully:

"Hey buddy, you're in luck! Our boss loves your music!"

Li Yu curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile:

"Yes, we're so lucky."

……

...Escorted by two burly men, Li Yu stepped up the stairs and came to the young man...that is, Martin Rossi.

He was surrounded by six burly bodyguards, and to his right was a young man dressed as a secretary carrying a briefcase.

Hey bro! Your music is amazing!

Martin opened his arms and hugged Li Yu excitedly, patting him affectionately on the back.

After releasing Li Yu, he asked impatiently:

"Hey bro, what's your name? It was so noisy just now, I didn't hear your name."

John Smith.

"John Smith? Ha! You're the hundredth John Smith I've ever met in my life!"

John Smith is to the United States what "Li Qiang" or "Zhang Wei" are to China—a name that is extremely common.

"My name is Martin Rossi, and I own this dance hall!"

"I love jazz the most! Whenever I meet a jazz master like you, I always make sure to have a good discussion about jazz with him!"

"Oh, sorry, I got so excited I kept talking! Come on, come on! You played such wonderful music, I have to buy you a drink!"

Li Yu smiled:
“I also enjoy discussing jazz with fellow enthusiasts. It looks like we’re going to have a wonderful evening.”

Surrounded by six bodyguards, Li Yu and Martin and the others moved upstairs.

As Martin led the way, he would occasionally bring up topics related to jazz, engaging in casual conversation with Li Yu.

As they reached the top floor (the 4th floor), a waiter carrying a tray hurriedly walked past Li Yu and his group.

Because he was walking too fast, he accidentally fell to the ground, spilling several glasses of ice water from his plate all over the floor.

Upon seeing this, Martin immediately frowned, feigning displeasure.

"Hey! What are you doing?! How come you can't even hold a tray properly?"

His loud rebuke caused the waiter to instantly show a look of fear.

"I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up right away!"

His drastically changed expression, pale face, and cold sweat all revealed the waiter's fear of Martin.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Martin did not criticize the other party too much. He coldly left behind the words "Clean this up quickly" and strode past him.

After walking a short distance, Martin turned to his secretary and said:
“Statham, I’ve noticed that our dance club’s service team has been too lax lately, making a lot of basic mistakes.”

The secretary nodded:
"Yes, there are indeed such signs."

Martin added:

"Listen, we must focus on service quality and make every customer fall in love with our dance hall. What I hate most is a shop with poor service."

At this point, Martin seemed to recall something amusing, a smile playing on his lips as he adopted a humorous tone:

"Any shop that fails to provide adequate service should be smashed."

"For example, a while ago, when Matteo and I were driving around, we passed through a small town whose name I didn't know."

"We were exhausted and wanted to have a cup of coffee to perk ourselves up, so we went into a coffee shop that was still open and chatted while drinking coffee."

"When you're chatting, it's inevitable that you'll make a lot of noise."

“We were just a little noisy, but the owner of that coffee shop dared to give us a hard time and tell us to be quiet.”

Upon hearing this, Li Yu, who was following closely behind Martin, narrowed his eyes.

For him, the story was all too familiar...so familiar that he would never forget it!

(End of this chapter)